The Wind Dog
Tom Paulin, 17 October 1996
“... me in a carbon childhood by this huge swollen river all along a mill village – soot bracken and stone where Mrs Jubb and Mr Jubb whose leathery right hand had its thumb missing – where they lived in a back to back in a deep warm kitchen with a big kettle like a pet lived by the music of that bulgy river that bulgy bulgy river wider and deeper and slopping ... ”